There is no man or woman who walks upon this crazy earth who is not a
privileged pilgrim on a fantastic journey to the temple of their own
immortal soul. There is no life cast upon the wild shores of this
mysterious world which does not belong intimately to the fabric and
fantasy sewn inexorably into the all. There is no separate individual
who is not therefore part and parcel with the whole. For the all is
without division, without futility, and within us all. We are the all
that is the all. There is nothing but the everything that we are. For we
are one. Amen.

Our journey takes us from our personal
myth and mystery, on to the Great Myth and Great Mystery. Our path leads
from our separate body to the One Great Body.

It is a hallowed and never ending journey
to this oneness that ends as it began- in confusion; a confusion which
is both the substratum of life and the very goal of life which has no
end. For a goal which can be completed is of little value to the eternal
Self.

In this way existence is
quite like a fractal; the more we go into it, the more it expands, the
more patterns emerge from within other patterns, universes emerge from
the smallest iota, solving one problem often creates many others, coming
to one realization uncovers multiple enigmas, attaining one peak reveals
a higher mountain range behind it, and the threads of the overself
paradoxically cover and yet also reveal the limitlessness of the
magnificent cosmic carpet running out ineffably before us.

Nothing ever finishes. Impermanence is
everlasting. Through the temporal we find the eternal, and through the
eternal we find the now.

The journey never ends, it merely changes
direction. Eternity spills into us from without, and pours out of us
from within, and we are the open, ephemeral gate through which the
divided waters of heaven and earth mix into the roaring confluence of
immortal streams. And yet we are the calm depths beneath the crashing
surf as well. We are the stillness behind the fabulous change.

Life is thus an ongoing banquet of
possibilities, implausibilities, challenges, miracles, boredom,
distress, lunacy, euphoria, awe, and affirmations. And the show will go
on and on and on, and until an individual realizes this predicament of
eternity, he or she will continue to pursue a goal whose reward is only
another challenge, which is why it is important to love your soul,
because nothing suffers more from a lie than the soul. And the immortal
soul, trapped within the ephemeral show, will suffer from the lie of
time worst of all.

I should know, for I have
drunk the blood of woundedness and loss, and I have raged against the
folly of our incorrigible predicament. And I have gnashed and wailed
before the portal of infinity. But I have done this because of growing
pains I did not know were there, for I had covered them over with the
illusion of tomorrow; I had entertained the idea that there was a
splendid reward waiting somewhere in the future. But then I realized
that there was no such thing as a future except within the lie of time;
outside of time there is only eternity, which is what we call now.
And so now it is my time to shout the roar of immortal glory,
instead of wailing the tears of time. It is now my non-time to rip the
world open with a mind that cannot understand what comes through it to
rip the world open. This is the mystery of now. This is my inspiration.

It is my inspiration because I have
dwelled within the paradigm of time and of our erroneous separation for
a lengthy duration, but while drowning in the depths of such an
ensconcing sea I unexpectedly found that I had learned to breathe under
water. Which is to say, I had discovered inspiration.